I am mostly better now, but I didn't fast. That would have been a bad scene.
As everyone knows, bad people tend to be musical. I don't know if we knew that before World War Two or if we learned it from the Nazis, but mad scientists certainly play a mean pipe organ, don't they? Maybe this is an appealing idea because music combines passion with discipline, and having your cannibal play the cello -- for example -- or your thinly veiled Mengele listen to classical music while doing awful things to American tourists -- for example -- gives you a chance to show the imbalance between the two, the grotesque subjugation of human feeling to a demand for clinical precision. More likely, though, it's just that Americans distrust people with book-learnin'. I have yet to see a mad scientist play the banjo.
For a while I've kind of wanted to learn to play the piano, and then something happened to me, and it was this: I discovered Chopin. Where have you been all my life, Chopin? Oh, that's right, you've been everywhere: you're that one funeral march everyone knows, and that one nocturne everyone knows, and that one prelude everyone knows, and every time I hear one of your pieces I think "Wow" but then I also think "I remember this from Samson vs. the Vampire Women." Anyway, I do not envision myself playing Trois nouvelles études at Carnegie Hall (or anywhere), but gee whiz, the piano is nice, isn't it? You sure can have a lot of feelings on a piano. So does anyone know anything about learning to play as an adult? Can it be done? Do you know any good teachers?